"Moira, right?"
What was the best way to act and sound like? A nerd with a touch of certainty and a degree of bravery. Somebody that looked like they could rely on in serious situations. Felix tended to naturally emit that sort-of aura, although post-spider bite, he believed he had been gifted so much confidence that it could potentially send mixed signals.
Felix had to act like how he did before he got his powers. An intelligent, young hopeful scientists who wasn't terrible with girls but simply lacked experience.
Moira blinked, then tilted her head. "You know who I am."
"I do," Felix said honestly. "You're the pretty gal with the smoking issue."
Her expression didn't change, but her grip on the glass shifted. "You're…the man that was with Norman Osborn. At the yacht."
'Wait, she was there? Or did Ororo tell her about me?'
"And by the way…it's not smoke, it's vape."
"That's equally bad for you, you know that?"
"Of course I know that, I'm not an idiot. But people willingly consume soda and sugar despite the health negatives. To live in fear of health is not to live at all."
Felix's Spider-Sense went off a tiny bite as she blew the smoke in her face. "Is that watermelon?"
"The village on the other side of here grows 'em. Fresh." Another long, narrow puff of smoke blew on his face. "You should try it—woah, what the hell."
At long last, the woman noticed what was between the legs. Having spider-powers stacked with Extremis made him a living god in regards to physique. To put it another way, he was supremely efficient, shown by his lean muscles intended for agility and rapid strikes and his massive schlong for…well…reproduction.
"Wow. Are you—"
"M'Baku's brother, no."
"Huh. Cousin?"
"I have no relation with that man."
"At least with him, he's…" Moira trailed off, likely referring to his status as a Super Soldier Serum. "Do you do drugs or…?"
"Do I look like I do drugs?"
Moira looked him up and down. Again, he had the cute young scientist look to him. The muscles were a nice surprise, breaking the expectation of being overly skinny. "You take good care of yourself," Moira noted.
"You make decent money and you get time to work out. It's not unnerdy to work out."
"Hm. I think I like you. Come." She patted at the bench beside her. "Sit."
'Too easy. Sometimes, it's like I have pheromones.'
"I presume you're a scientist," Moira started with. "Where do you work?"
"Oscorp—"
"Under Olivia?"
"You know her?"
"Do I?" Moira made a disgruntled face. "She has been a pain more times than I can count."
'She is a SHIELD agent, so if you have any blemishes on you record, she probably won't be too welcoming.'
Right off the bat, that arouse suspicion. Call him paranoid but that shit did not go unnoticed by him anymore. Olivia Octavius did not like MacTaggert. Why? Olivia was likely some years older, so a university/college connection was possible.
'Herbie, can you pull information on her—'
He stopped himself at the end. Dammit. No reply either. The Symbiote had gone dormant so that locked Herbie out. Just what the hell was up with that?
"She's alright," Felix said. "Sometimes too…ambitious. Asks too much."
Another brief check-up. "What do you work on?"
"Classified, ma'am."
"Ah, a big shot then." A nice, deep inhale of her vape pen. "Are you here to steal valuable information?"
"Ohh, are you one of Ororo's scientists?"
"Indeed I am." Another quick look. "Are you here for…?"
"Oh, no, I was here on a business errand. See, there's this invention I made called Webware. To make a long story short, it's cheap internet for everybody."
"Huh?"
"You pay for it once and you get unlimited internet in a pretty long range. I needed Vibranium, which I couldn't get from Wakanda, so I came here."
Moira picked up her slacked jaw. "Well…don't make a long story short. Explain it to me."
So he did. Moira was an intelligent woman and she was able to ask all the right questions, which Felix was able to answer in all the right ways. Gwen's intuition was correct: Moira LOVED big brains. His dick had not come close to capturing the same amount of attention as his mind.
"—you're telling me you built a new element?"
A bit of a gamble but Felix decided to switch to that point. "Yep. Like I said, Princess Shuri was instrumental but—"
"What kind of encasing can contain and transform the energy of the element into a universal donor? Explain that to me, or else I won't believe it."
"You'll have to ask Norman Osborn for the specifics. I built the energy, not the encasing. Luckily, I'm a great guessing man, so…titanium-gold alloy shell."
"Hm." Moira nodded along. "Agreed. Heat resistance and structural integrity. You're dealing with something that, in theory, produces energy via zero-point or fusion-adjacent processes."
"And you need metals that won't vaporize under extreme thermal and magnetic stress," Felix added.
"I still don't understand. Is it more of a miniature tokamak? A self-sustaining fusion system but scaled down to a portable size? Or did you use a muon-catalyzed fusion to make it work at lower temps?"
"Haha, unless you come back with me to New York, I'm afraid that's classified."
"You strike a hard bargain." The vape pen was put aside long ago. "How about I take you to my room and we can..talk."
"Talk? I like talking."
"Good."
Moira got up, slow and gradual and almost erotic, and Felix followed like a puppy. Somebody who seemed to be an amateur or something close to it.
"Don't get cold feet," Moira said, peering over her shoulder.
'Hook, line, and sinker.'
Felix gave a nervous laugh. Gotta sell that nerd vibe.
The two of them moved through the side of the club, behind a curtain of hanging beads and mist jets that disguised the entrance to a narrow stairwell. Moira moved like she owned every inch of the architecture.
They walked past some bodyguards who instinctively parted to allow Moira and her companion—AKA Felix. At the end of the stairs, they reached a reinforced security door with an embedded keypad and biometric scanner. A second pair of guards stood by it—both dressed minimally, but equipped with lightweight Wakandan comms and concealed weapons.
'Only ones so far to have weapons. Or clothes.'
They stood straighter when they saw her.
"Evening, ma'am."
One of them glanced at Felix. His brow raised slightly, but he said nothing.
"Authorized guest," Moira stated simply.
The guard stared at Felix a moment longer. His expression changed just slightly—something between amusement and understanding. The guard brought a finger-printing scanning device. Moira pressed her thumb first, index finger second, followed up by the middle finger, ring finger, and pinkie. Each was analyzed and confirmed green before she had the place her whole hand.
"Welcome back, Doctor."
The device opened up to reveal a card. Moira took it, the guard stepped aside, and by sliding the card down a scanner, the door slid open with a hiss.
Theoretically, Gwen Stacy and Hobie should have walked inside with him.
'Hobie is a smart guy. Must have taken sound into consideration.'
The corridor beyond was clean, metallic, and cooled by hidden vent systems. A drastic contrast to the humid, charged air of the nightclub above. They walked in silence, their bare feet soft against the polished floors. Screens embedded in the walls flickered to life as they passed.
Moira walked with ease, one hand brushing against a handrail inset.
Felix, meanwhile, watched everything—counted the cameras, noted the three doors they passed, and the faint vibration under the floor that meant power was being pulled for something much larger than a lab lounge.
"Decisions, decisions…" Moira said. "I either bring you biometrics or to my room…"
'Gwen, Hobie, you two better be here.'
"You brought me here to show off the facility?" he asked with a little smirk.
"Ha, cocky little one, aren't you? I wonder just where you were all my life."
An automatic door opened courtesy of her flashing her card. Moira sent him a smile, offering him to go inside.
'...'
Moira walked to her bed. Felix stood there waiting for…something. Specifically, either Hobie or Gwen to knock her out and for them to discuss a plan in-depth with the door closed.
"Gwen went ahead. Sorry 'bout that. Anyway, you got this, bruv. Give two knocks when you're done."
T-that was Hobie. 'Wait, what? God dammit. It is what it is.'
If Felix had sleeves, he would roll them up right about now.
'Gotta do a quickie and then swipe her card.'
(**R18 Start**)
The door fully open, Felix stepped into Moira's room. Moira sat on the edge of her bed, her reddish-brown hair cascading over her shoulders, her expression a mix of curiosity and anticipation. The air between them crackled with an unspoken tension, the kind that only mutual respect and a shared fascination with the human body could create.
"You made it," Moira mocked. She gestured to the room, messy in a way only a fellow scientist could appreciate. With papers and two laptops and a study desk, her bare feet brushing against the cool wooden floor. "Welcome to my humble abode."
Front and center, Moira showed her beauty and her nudity. She crossed her legs, giving her thighs that shine.
Felix closed the door behind him. "Humble? Moira, you're the most brilliant mind in this colony. I'm honored to be here." He took a step closer, his gaze lingering on her face before dipping lower, his eyes tracing the curves of her tits. "Though I have to admit, I'm more interested in your tits tonight."
"Impressive confidence and an impressive cock."
He was completely nude, his flaccid cock hanging between his legs—a sight that immediately drew her attention. Moira's breath hitched. Even soft, it was impressive. Even in its unaroused state, the sheer size of it made her eyes widen the longer she looked.
Her womb pulsed.
"One night," Moira breathed out." This is a one-night stand, nothing more."
"Are you sure?" He chuckled, his fingers wrapping around his length and giving it a slow, lazy stroke. "You've seen nothing yet, Moira. Let me show you what I can do before you start handing down judgements."
A small inhale through the nose. Every proper second looking at his cock clouded her mind and forced her instincts. "As a scientist, I…am intrigued, nothing more, nothing less. I need to see it for myself."
Felix chuckled, his smirk widening. "It? You mean this?" He casually stroked his cock again, which twitched slightly at the attention. Moira's cheeks flushed, but she didn't look away.
"Yes," she replied, her voice firmer now. "Show me."
Felix stepped closer, holding his cock and just walking. He stopped just inches from her. Moira's eyes went from his cock, to his pelvis muscles, up his to his biceps, and then his face. Without trying, she had those fuck-me eyes.
Without touching her, she was horny.
"Don't be shy, Moira. I can see the curiosity in your eyes. You want to know just how big it gets, don't you?"
Moira nodded, her lips parting slightly as her pulse quickened. Felix began to stroke it slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. Moira watched, transfixed, as his length began to swell, growing thicker and longer with each pass of his hand. Her mind struggled to process what she was seeing.
'This can't be real,' she thought. 'It's impossible.'
She had conducted experiments on M'Baku yet even then she was surprised.
"Are you even…"
She trailed off. M'Baku was superhuman. So what about this man? Just what in the world was he? A whole new species?
By the time Felix was fully erect, Moira's jaw had dropped and the power of science was rocked by desire and instinct. His cock was massive, easily the largest she had ever seen. It was thick, the veins running along its length pulsing with life. The head was flush with arousal, glistening with a bead of pre-cum.
"Oh my god," Moira breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "How are…the blood…the sperm…gravity should be…"
Felix grinned, clearly enjoying her reaction. "Impressive, isn't it?" he said, his hand still lazily stroking his shaft. "Now, Moira, what do you want to do with it?"
What did she do? The scientist pursed her lips, uncrossed her legs, and raised her legs. Fully stretched out, she poked his pelvis and then adjusted in order for her toes to brush against the base of his shaft. Felix smiled.
This was new. A footjob.
Moira was certainly not a woman with zero experience. That surprised Felix a bit given what Hobie said. Almost like there was a contradiction between her experience and her personality.
Moira moved slowly at first, her foot sliding up and down his length, her sole catching on the ridges of his veins. She smirked and eyed that fat cock as it throbbed, the heat of him radiating through her foot. "God, you're big…" She increased the pressure, her movements becoming more deliberate, more rhythmic.
An exhale. "You're amazing at this."
Moira didn't respond, her focus entirely on the task at hand. She used both feet now, alternating between them, her toes curling around his cock as she stroked him. She used his pre-cum Her feet moved with skill that was undeniably rare. The wet sound of her soles sliding over his length filled the room, mingling with Felix's grunts and moans. She could feel him twitching beneath her feet, his precum slicking her skin.
"You're close, aren't you?" she asked, her voice calm despite the heat pooling between her own legs. Throb, throb, her very soul seemed to be in sync with Felix's. This cock of his…
God, it was just amazing.
Felix's jaw clenched as he tried to hold on. "So close," he gritted out.
"Good," Moira said, her movements becoming faster, more insistent. "Cum for me, Felix Faeth."
With a guttural groan, Felix's balls tensed, his cock pulsing in her grip. A thick stream of cum shot from the tip, splattering across the floor. Spurt, spurt, spurt! More shot out and Moira kept moving, milking every last drop from him.
"Impressive…"
Her remark led to more shotgun shots worth of cum. Her lips parted and she stopped stroking. She let out a little gasp as a huge gush of cum made it on the bed between her legs. Between her legs. He had to have emptied his balls.
She thought he would wilt.
"What…?"
He didn't.
Felix's cock was still hard, still throbbing with arousal. That's impossible, she thought, her scientific mind trying to fit the pieces together. For a cock that size, he should be completely spent. But Felix was different. He defied the impossible.
"What? Surprised?"
"T-t-that's…"
He had stammering like a virgin. Ha.
"Bend over," Felix ordered.
Moira hesitated for only a moment before obeying, turning her back to him and bending over the edge of the bed. Her ass, full and round, jutted out invitingly. Felix sat up, his cock resting against the curve of her cheek. He rubbed himself up and down her booty.
"You have a nice ass." Smack! Moira's eyes went wide and she…she liked it. She liked her ass getting smacked and his cock tempting her.
The heat of his massive cock pressed between her cheeks, the firmness of it sending a shiver down her spine. Moira heaved, her hands clutching the edge of the bed as she felt the head of his cock teasing her most intimate entrance.
Her cunt…
It was too small for a cock of this magnitude.
"Relax, Moira," Felix murmured. "Let me in."
Moira tried to steady her breathing, but her heart was pounding in her chest. This is impossible, she thought, struggling to process the enormity of what was about to happen. But Felix's thick girth was overwhelming. She wanted to experiment and push herself. She felt his hands shift, one sliding around to her pussy, his fingers brushing against her clit as the other guided his cock to her entrance.
She was wet—and the strokes of Felix's finger made her wetter. Good god, this man was good…
"Ah!" Moira cried out as Felix pushed inside, the sheer size of him stretching her in ways she couldn't have imagined. Her pussy tensed and Felix slowed down. Only some inches went in, not all.
Bit by bit, however, pause after pause, he went deeper. Deeper, deeper, deeper, until Moira was certain there was a cock inside her far beyond that of an average man. Was he balls-deep? Was he not? She didn't know. She couldn't tell.
Moira MacTaggert climaxed. Her spine arched but she made little noise. Felix felt it and even still, he didn't pound the shit of her. He took his time.
He had not forgotten what he was taught. All that experience, all that sex, he knew what to do to make a woman like this pass out. The goal was for a quickie—to fuck her senseless in ten or fifteen minutes. It wasn't a challenge. Felix was going to make it a reality.
"F-fuck…!" Moira's back arched deeper. Bent over like this felt humiliating yet right. Fulfilling yet overwhelming. "D-don't go too hard."
A scientist's pride. Fair enough. She didn't want to sound like a whore. She didn't want to be like the "rest of them" who shrieked and fucked all day on this island.
Again, fair enough. It wasn't wrong to try and be different from this nude, sex-crazed island.
Felix, however, was not going to be Mr. Nice Guy and let that side of her be who she was. Tonight, she was going to his personal whore.
"That's it," he coaxed as he began to move, slow and deliberate. Not all of his cock was inside, not yet, and that was okay. "Take it, Moira. Take all of me."
Light thrusts. Light rocks.
Moira's breath came in short, erratic gasps as Felix filled her completely, his cock reaching depths she hadn't known existed. "F-fuck..! Y-your cock is just so…ngghh!" Did she orgasm? Was her head spinning? Yes and yes. Her fingers dug into the sheets, her boobs jiggling as Felix began to thrust with a bit more force by the passing second.
"Gah! Nggh~! F-Felix! Y-y-you're quite—haah~! Something! V-very! Deeeep~! Deeep~!"
Moira tried to look back at him. She couldn't. Her arms crossed and her head dipped. "All this cock, all this cockkk…! Oh god!" She moaned, her voice literally shaking. Her body was trying to respond, her hips moving instinctively to meet his. "I-it's just..soooo good~! Hnnghh~! C-cumming~!"
Ah, she said it, although quite clearly, it was not her first.
"I suppose you're wet enough now."
Too cool. Too casual. Hearing those words, Moira realized she was NOT on this man's level. All that confidence, all that scientific pride, and—
CLAP—!
He pulled back almost completely before driving into her again. Her eyes rolled back. Oh FUCK. This man was really too much. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place, then..
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
He set a relentless pace, each thrust sending orgasm after orgasm. Her toes curled. Her head hit the mattress.
"Ohgod, ohgod, ohgodddd~!"
He fucked her harder, his cock slamming into her with a force that left her gasping. "Let go. Cum for me."
"I am! I am! I ammmm~!" Moira's body obeyed before her mind could catch up, her first orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She screamed, her back arching as pleasure ripped through her, her legs shaking uncontrollably. But Felix didn't slow down. If anything, he seemed to grow even more relentless, his cock pounding into her as she rode out the waves of her climax.
"Again," he demanded, smiling cockily. "Cum again, Moira."
And she did. Moira's proud figure convulsed as another orgasm tore through her. Moira had a classic hourglass figure: C-cups breasts and hips that flared nicely. But this man had fucked better. This man had gone throw so much more and she just didn't stand a chance.
A footjob? Ha. A scientist's pride? Ha!
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Cumming, cumming, CUMMING~! I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M—"
Each thrust drove her higher and higher. Her mind was a haze of sensation, her thoughts reduced to a single, overwhelming truth: Felix was a god.
"Yes! Yes!" Moira screamed, her voice breaking as orgasm n.30 hit her. "Oh god, Felix! You stud! Your big, fat cock is driving me crazy! Crazy! My pussy can't handle it! I can't… I can't take it!"
Moira's legs gave out and she was about to slip to the floor, but Felix held her hips up. His special spider-grip kept her there, head and arms on the mattress. He almost held her as tightly as her pussy tightened around his cock.
"You can take it. Remember that thing about science? You want to know. Push yourself."
He stopped. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear:
"I know you can do it."
She shivered. Suddenly, she was wide-awake.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
This woman did not stand a chance. If Ororo couldn't, how could she? It was a total mismatch. An utter conquering.
Her body was wracked with orgasm after orgasm, each one blending into the next until she couldn't tell where one ended and the next began. Her cries of pleasure filled the room, her voice hoarse from screaming his name. She was lost in a sea of sensation, her mind overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it all.
"Felix, Felix, Feliiix~! Your cock, yourcockyourcockkkkk~! I CAN'T STOP CUMMING FROM YOUR COCKKK~!"
But Felix didn't stop. If anything, he seemed to grow even more powerful, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, more intense. Moira's body was no longer her own, her every nerve on fire as he fucked her with a ferocity that left her utterly shattered.
And then, with a final, powerful thrust, Felix came, his cock pulsing inside her as he released himself completely. Moira screamed as her body was wracked with yet another orgasm, her mind blanking out completely.
His cum completely filled her up. The scientist had never believed such primitive, instinctual actions could be so good. She never believed herself to a woman that was enslaved to her emotions and desires.
She was wrong. So wrong.
When she finally came back to herself, she was lying on the bed. Felix must have put her there. her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasms. Felix was still inside her, his cock still hard, still throbbing with need. Moira's mind was a haze, her thoughts jumbled and incoherent. Faintly, she realized she was no longer bent over and instead looking right at the face of this stud.
His hands tightened around her hips once more, his cock still buried deep inside her.
"Sorry, but we're going to go again—"
Slam!
He was fully inside.
Moira's eyes rolled back, her tongue slipping out as another orgasm tore through her, her body convulsing uncontrollably as Felix continued to fuck her, his cock still showing no signs of slowing down.
Moira MacTaggert was completely at his mercy, her mind and body both overwritten by the sheer, impossible pleasure he was giving her.
Moira glanced at the clock.
'Four minutes.'
Only four minutes had passed since he came here.
Oh god.